The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Confirming that now was a good opportunity to get rid of Mata, Maginus raised her hand and gripped the hilt of the longsword on her back, following them to a wasteland.

She didn't join their fight, but instead curled up in the weeds, sparks flying from the friction between her dagger and scimitar. The girl observed their habits and moves, quietly waiting for her turn to appear.

Chapter 69 Conquest

Moonlight streamed down from the clouds, but the two sides in the battle did not shine as brightly as the moonlight.

Marta launched her attack on the throat-slitter as if in a dance, her undulating body under the moonlight captivating both Maginus and the throat-slitter who were watching this scene.

Is it similar to the abilities of a bard?

Maginus drew her dagger and slashed open the wound, using the pain to resist the unnatural allure. The throat-slitting blade, being closer, was more affected, causing a pause in the attack that had no gaps.

His moves were frequently mis executed, which lengthened the intervals between attacks. He could feel his consciousness going blank from time to time. Just as he was trying to use pain to recover like Maginus, Marta's surging killing intent brought him back to his senses.

The woman bent down and swung her daggers at her lower body, one aimed at her left kidney and the other at her genitals. She flipped the throat-slitting knife and used her left-hand scimitar to block the dagger aimed at her left kidney, but allowed Marta to slash at her own genitals. She then raised her right-hand scimitar and slashed at her fair neck.

"Go to hell, you brat!"

Her neck hairs stood on end. Between the enemy's fatal blow and her own fatal stab, Marta leaped to the side, letting the scimitar cut off her long hair, but in doing so, she lost the chance to inflict damage on the throat-slitting blade.

After the intense battle, both sides simultaneously distanced themselves to catch their breath and recover their strength. As they retreated, the man with the throat-slitting knife reached into his bodysuit, pulled out several small knives, and threw them at Marta to disrupt her movements.

With her supple body, Marta dodged them one by one. She could see the unknown poison smeared on them, and her body continued to undulate gently after she regained her footing.

The ceasefire lasted only four or five seconds before they closed in again and resumed their fight. Marta once again began her seductive dance, continuously influencing Throat Slitter's consciousness.

As the man approached, he decisively threw a bag of lime at her. Seeing his action, Marta knew that this guy was about to use his signature move again, so she closed her eyes in advance and jumped out of the powder's range.

Just then, a pulling sensation came, and the throat-slitting knife grabbed Marta's fluttering clothes, trying to prevent her from escaping the lime area. Marta still chose to retreat, and her thin gauze dress was completely torn apart, revealing the delicate bra underneath.

Apart from the shorts and bra, the throat-slitter was surprised to find that the belt was still wrapped around her body.

Before he could react, Marta opened her eyes and threw the dagger in her hand at him. After deflecting the two daggers with her scimitar, the sound of the whip cutting through the air caught him off guard.

"what!"

The sharp blade at the end of the whip struck him unexpectedly in the chest. The cotton inner armor of the throat-slitting knife was completely unable to withstand it, and a huge wound was torn open, with blood constantly seeping out.

"You!?" The assassin's eyes widened. He never expected Marta to be so well hidden, and that she could even use a soft whip.

"Ha, how could I dare to face you alone if I didn't have some ability?"

Marta smiled arrogantly, but she was not at ease inside, still wary of the blood relatives who might appear at any moment.

We must kill the throat-slitting knife as soon as possible!

With a flick of its slender, soft whip, it bites at the throat-slitting knife like a venomous snake. Among these members who have just embarked on their professional journey, the adage "an inch longer, an inch stronger" still applies, and the assassin is forced to resist with two short, curved blades.

He tried to cut the whip, but it was really difficult to do so when the whip wasn't taut.

As he pondered a way to break the deadlock, a sudden dizziness caused his body to tilt. The head of the throat-slitting knife realized something was wrong and immediately rolled to the side, where the blade slashed his waist again, leaving another wound.

"The soft whip is poisonous..."

He gasped for breath, trying to relieve the dizziness, but to no avail. Marta stared at the throat-slitting knife as it slowly lost its ability to resist, its body involuntarily relaxing as it raised its hand to kill the throat-slitting knife completely.

However, in the next second, a sudden sense of death made her roll forward without caring about the dirt on the ground, and the pain in her back made her realize that she had been ambushed.

Marta turned around and saw the short, black-robed figure standing where she had been standing, holding a long sword in both hands.

……

A gust of wind blew off Maginot's loose black robe, revealing her red hair and original face, which surprised Marta and the fallen throat-slitting knife.

They had all seen the wanted poster, so the girl's identity was self-evident.

"Hey, how long will it take you to recover?"

Maginus shouted at the throat-slitting blade from afar. The assassin struggled to pull out a pill and swallowed it. Realizing that the girl's enemy was Marta, he said, "Give me five minutes!"

As she spoke, Maginus's gaze remained fixed on Marta. The woman rose from the ground, looked at the girl, and gave her a fake smile: "Hello, my blood relative. I never imagined you were the princess of that fallen kingdom."

It really is related to the bloodline of the evil god...

One sentence was enough to confirm that her offensive against Mata was the right thing to do. Magenus gripped her longsword, took a deep breath, and felt her heart pounding so hard that it pumped blood throughout her body.

Mata gazed at the girl, and as she lashed out with her whip, she uttered words that struck Maginus as somewhat strange:

“My sister, although your schemes have deprived me of much of my ability to resist, I will not willingly become your servant. Let us decide who is master and who is servant through battle. The victor will possess everything of the loser.”

The purplish-black evil god needs its bloodline members to form a hierarchical unity.

There was no time to guess whether Marta was telling the truth or not. In any case, Maginus was determined to kill Marta completely. She didn't want to be controlled by some inexplicable evil god.

Seeing the soft whip hurtling towards her face without slowing down, the girl swung her sword to deflect the sharp blade at the tip, slightly rotated the hilt to change the direction of the blade, and pressed down on the soft part of the whip with both arms.

It could easily sever even the flesh and bones of a gray wolf. As Maginus increased his strength, the protector of the flower, under Marta's shocked gaze, directly sliced ​​off the tip of the blade.

With her most important means of attack gone, the girl tilted her body slightly and charged towards Marta!

Magical weapons...

Staring at the longsword in Maginus's hand, the woman's eyes held not only greed but also deep apprehension. She began to use her whip to entangle Maginus's lower body, trying to evade the magical weapon and cause Maginus to fall before launching her attack.

However, no matter how careful she was, the girl noticed the change in the whip's attack method and gradually shortened the whip. Whenever the whip wrapped around her, she would swing her sword and cut off a piece.

Without showing any sign of impatience, Maginus proceeded steadily and surely. This move completely shattered Marta's hopes of counterattacking, and the two were brought close together in less than two minutes.

Looking at the whip in her hand, which was less than a meter long, and at Maginus's grinning mouth, Marta, who had no means of retaliating, couldn't help but feel fear.

Realizing she had lost, she suddenly knelt down, adopting a submissive posture, and said to the astonished Maginos:

“My sister, I am willing to submit to you and work together to help our father awaken.”

Chapter 70 Absorption

Why did she think I would let her go? Why didn't she put up a final stand? Is it really true, as she said, that the offspring of the purplish-black god need to unite?

Many questions arose in her mind. Maginos opened her mouth slightly, staring at Marta's fake smile, but ultimately did not voice her doubts.

The easiest thing to do right now is to kill this guy; we can explore other things later.

Marta, kneeling on the ground and looking directly at the girl, had no idea what Maginus was thinking. She assumed the girl was waiting for her to speak. Considering her position in the gang, she was about to speak when she suddenly remembered something amiss.

Why wasn't the faint power given to me by the Father God within me absorbed after I surrendered?

As she pondered this, a familiar voice made her instinctively focus her gaze behind Maginus. On the street leading to the wasteland, the black market boss, Grand, was rushing towards them, shouting:

"Marta! I've come to save you!"

Seeing his excited expression, Marta knew that this guy was definitely not there to save her. Just as she was about to look away and let Maginus fight against Grand with her, a sharp pain shot through her chest.

puff

The excruciating pain caused Marta to slightly open her mouth, looking at her pierced chest in disbelief. She looked up at Maginus, whose face was contorted in rage, and it was at this moment that she finally realized that the power she had been waiting for was being drained away.

She should have been happy, but Marta could sense that the power bestowed upon her by the Father God had not left willingly, but had been forcibly taken away by this young girl.

No, no, no, no...

"You are not my blood relative! Who are you?! No, give me back my power!!!"

A shrill scream echoed in Maginot's ears. She ignored the corpse that she had slowly drained and was gradually dying, and stood there in a daze, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, and trembling all over.

As Maginus activated her psionic energy to absorb Marta's life force, she sensed something else flowing into her body from Marta's side, and a sudden feeling of pleasure arose from within her body.

The girl was certain that the power was elevating her body and even her soul.

thief!

Maginot heard a hallucination; the hoarse voice sounded somewhat familiar, and fragments of her forgotten dreams surfaced.

A gigantic hand and a skull clashed... leaving behind a purplish-black, scarlet liquid that seeped into the body...

"Damn it, I'll avenge Marta!"

She had no time to worry about these things now. Her hazy consciousness made time pass quickly. The threat of death pulled her out of her confusion and pleasure. Grand's powerful punch was heading straight for the girl's face.

He raised his longsword, aiming the blade at his fist. The fist, clad in iron gauntlets, struck the blade, and the immense force propelled the other side of the blade toward Maginus's shoulder.

She twisted the hilt of the sword in time, causing the blade to strike her shoulder. The girl who took the hit was forced back several meters before finally stopping, her right shoulder throbbing with pain.

Looking up at the smiling black market operator, Maginus didn't care why he had come; he was simply looking to profit from the situation...

The most important thing now is to kill him.

Staring at the enemy opposite her, Maginus could feel a surge of power flowing through her body. Her transformation was not yet complete, and killing seemed to accelerate this sublimation.

That's wonderful!

The muscles beneath her skin tensed, her hands gripped the sword hilt tightly, and her eyes emitted a tangible, blood-red light.

Meanwhile, the black market boss on the other side, Grand, finally realized who he had shot, and greed immediately took over his mind:

“Magnus Imperius… I never thought that I, who just wanted to pick up some bargains, would actually get such a great benefit, and even meet Her Highness the Princess.”

Glancing at Marta's ashes on the ground, Grand, though speaking arrogantly, was inwardly wary, unsure of the situation and why Marta had said "Give the power back to her" before she died.

"You want to capture me and hand me over to those nobles? We'll see if you have the ability."

Her blood was "boiling," and the girl's eyes turned into two red beams in the darkness, trembling up and down before flying toward Grand at an extremely fast speed.

As Maginus approached in an attack stance, the black market boss threw a punch that struck the blade, knocking her back. Upon seeing the sword marks on his gauntlets, he realized he couldn't fight that magical weapon head-on.

The girl swung her longsword down, and he threw another punch, but just before it hit the blade, he opened his palm and slapped the sword away. Then, with his free hand, he struck Maginus on the shoulder.

Because he was afraid that the girl would be killed by his slap, Grand instinctively struck a spot that was not fatal. Nevertheless, Maginus, who was flying away, and he still heard a crisp sound.

Just as he was about to speak to persuade the delicate princess in front of him to surrender, Grang saw the girl who had been sent flying back stand up straight.

With a forceful lift of her shoulders, her life force rapidly repaired the cracked bones. Maginos bent over, the excruciating pain making her smile even more savage, her teeth seemingly slowly sharpening in her slightly open mouth.

For some reason, Grand felt a strange fear when he saw the girl bending over. He was then enraged by this fear of children and unconsciously loosened his grip on her.

Maginus no longer paid attention to her own changes; her thoughts were entirely focused on the enemy in front of her, and she had no other thoughts.

As her emotions grew increasingly intense, her psychic energy fluctuated violently. The wounds on the girl's wrists tore open from the inside, and drops of life-giving blood fell to the ground, while a red mist slowly rose.

Kill the enemy before you! Inflict extreme fear upon him!

Leaning her upper body slightly backward, she leaped towards Grang once more like an arrow released from a bow. The guardian sword, cutting through the air, vibrated continuously, and some of the blood flowing from her sleeves entangled its blade.

The rapidly swung longsword failed to kill Grang. Driven mad by rage, he clenched his right fist and struck the sword, this time the sharp magical longsword completely pierced into the gauntlet.

However, just as the fist pierced the flesh, Grand withdrew his fist, pulling his protector aside, and at the same moment, he swung his left hand with all his might, striking the center of the girl's chest!

Maginus was sent flying again, lying on the ground, she could feel that her bones were completely broken, but this only intensified the girl's killing intent. She stood up from the ground, stared at the panting Gran, and then turned her gaze to the throat-slitting knife that was barely standing up beside her.

Those greedy eyes clearly didn't see the assassin as a human being, but rather as prey or food.

We need more life force to bring about the dream, more vitality!

Holding the longsword in one hand, Maginus squeezed her left hand empty, while Grand, who was recovering in the distance, felt as if he was hallucinating.

Something vaguely appeared out of thin air in her left hand.

Chapter 71 Mind Blade!

Ten minutes later, the throat-slitting knife had finally relieved most of the poison. He stared at Grand with difficulty, knowing from the brief exchange between Grand and Maginus that he definitely couldn't escape alone and that he had to deal with Grand with the princess first.

The gangster assassin naturally assumed the girl would team up with him, paying no attention as she approached. Instead, he stared at the black market boss, Grand, and tried to warn Maginus:

"Your Highness, I hope you can keep him occupied for now, and I will launch my attack at the opportune moment."

唿！

The wind from the sword blew towards her neck, and the throat-slitting blade felt a dizzying sensation as its head fell to the ground, staring with a puzzled look at Maginus, who had suddenly attacked, as if asking her why she had attacked it.

With a stomp of her foot, she pinned the headless corpse, splattering blood, to the astonishment and madness in Yu Gelang's eyes. The girl raised her head, flipped her hand upwards, and the corpse was quickly drained of its life force, turning into a red mist that swirled around her.

Red mist seeped into her facial features, her broken sternum automatically reset, and Maginus exhaled the breath she had been holding in. Her scarlet pupils were now filled with a purplish-black color.

For some reason, even though this princess of a fallen kingdom was clearly weaker than him, Grang still felt a strong sense of oppression emanating from her.

Damn it, even if that punch had hit the boss, it would have made him unable to move. What was that red mist? What kind of monster is this guy?

Without giving him time to think, Maginus leaned forward again, carrying the crimson mist, and rushed towards Grand at an even faster speed than before.

Maginus swung her longsword, its clang echoing across the wilderness. Grand, who had intended to move the protector aside as planned, found his moves were ineffective. The girl's sword was faster, and after the initial clash, she immediately withdrew her blade, giving him no chance to gain leverage.

Their eyes met in mid-air. The black market boss, who had seen countless deaths and corpses, stared directly at the girl's face. Her fierce eyes and morbid smile suddenly made him pause, and an inexplicable sense of fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

The fist struck the longsword, knocking the girl back. Still shaken, Grang shook his head, realizing something was wrong, and shifted his gaze to her limbs.

Maginus's muscles twitched, her life force accelerating to repair them, thus alleviating the discomfort caused by the strenuous exercise. As her emotions intensified, the surging killing intent made her realize how to mobilize the power that had been drawn from Marta's stamina and then integrated into her body.

That was the power of fear; a part of the blood flowing through my veins probably came from an evil god associated with fear…